There are some things worth fighting for, worth all the might his 8-month-old, chubby little fingers can muster. There are some things so interesting, colorful, just beyond reach that only one’s persistent drive can wield the strength, the determination to not give up.
There was this flag on papa’s shoulder. Not just any ordinary flag, a flag with stars, stripes, red, blue, and white, braided seamlessly, seemingly stitched tight on his sleeve. But my 8-month-old was curious. With his dad’s slouchy winter hat that seemed to swallow his head, that baby’s eyes were fixed on that flag, colors, the texture, the awkward positioning on the sleeve. Oh yes it was stuck, securely pasted to the fabric.
At some point of the moment, there was a high-pitched squealing cry of frustration, but that baby knew there was a way he could get to that flag. That neither Velcro, nor length of reach could detour him. He stretched, and pulled, and reached again. He shifted in his dad’s arms, grunted, fussed and pulled until right then, right within his developing grasp (and a slight rounding of his dad’s shoulders), sweet, sweet success.
My son’s lesson to me: even if it seems difficult or out of reach, try anyway. Happy Friday!
“Watching a child makes it obvious that the development of his mind comes through his movements.”—Maria Montessori